I wish those seven months we had together occurred under different circumstances. My cheating wife got half of the proceeds from the sale of our house and its contents. She returned for our last tryst much relieved directly from the salon with a short, blunt pageboy with bangs. I furnished the rooms in neutral, masculine colors and bought massive comfortable overstuffed leather furniture. Even if she managed to get off without prison time, her legal fees would hurt her financially. I’m not bragging, OK, I am bragging, but I gave her multiple orgasms with my tongue and fingers. I hoped it was my postal carrier because if it was, I had plans for her. Mary lived alone and didn’t have a boyfriend. The
last two trysts of our agreement were quite interesting. A week before Christmas I gave her sealed red envelope. After a months’ time, the cameras recorded her on my property in the late fall leaving two more bags. “Yes, I’m stubborn. Mary gave me head to the bathroom while I played with her pigtails and
